The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1887-05-19

field about the 10th of December subsequent Their
remains lie side by side in graves 4s3 and 44 in
the beautiful National Cemetery at Chattanooga,
Tennessee
In another instance a young man who had pre-
sentiment of his DEATH wrote upon a card his name,
rank, company and regiment adding thereto the
prophecy "Killed in battle September 19th." The
card found upon his body by his comrades that
night. The comrades was Henry Hartell, Co,
1, Capt. j. D. Mitchell, 36th Ohio.
Night fell at length with plying veil, while all
about were upturned faces, stained pale, as the
night damp fell but far colder than its dews their
flesh. After dark the 36th Ohio was moved near to
the battery on right, resting little higher
ground 1t was night of gloom the air piercingly
cool, with sharp frost toward morning. The still
ness of the night along the front broken only by
spatterings of the spitefu picket shots and the
wounded of either side who, left between lines, on
the field could receive attention. AS look back
upon it now am led to believe that men very iron
must have been, even at that, testing metal
at utmost to having marched and fought as we hsd
been doing for days, then marching all night and
moving and fighting continuously all that day, with
time for rest meals, and the orders to
light fires, but get possible and food
"sleep on arms is the hushed command" With such
instructions and prospects the men munched their
crackers in the darkness and in silence; worn and
weary they laid them down, amid the dead, with
coutrements and in hand ready for immediate
action. Turchin sat with his back to tree in of
the battery and smoked pipe the the night
feel that have occasion to remember the night WE'LL
on duty front of the battle line. We were
chilled through and through to the bone and the
bone to the marrow; we had overcoats and were
not permitted to undo blankets. My position was
at first very exposed one, but later found
protection behind stump. At the break of day
Lieut.. Isaac G. Phillips, if mistake not of Co. F,
to relieve the pickets and establish skirmish line,
NY relief was if 1 remember correctly, very manly
young Sergeant from Co. D. advised against his
attempting to occupy the position 1 had occupied
during the night, that it had been revealed to
the enemy but he persisted, it in trying 1t.
had hardly taken my place with the regiment when
the word to me that my friend and relief, the
Sergeant had been shot, "a bullet through the bran,"
it expressed to at the time. "the whole
top of his head shot off, Brave boy but rash,
apparently in this instance, in his young manhood,
greatly lamented by his comrades, he thus sum-
marily called:
ITO begin the great life that death overtake,
And to dream the great dream that no tumult
awake.'
William Burton, member of Co. G, 36th, heard
during the early night evening" that his brother
member of the 92d Ohio, had been killed during the
afternoon. Ascertaining about the location of his
brothers body in the darkness he crept cautiously
along, where many corpse lay CHASTITY pale, until
he reached his brother, not dead but with bullet in
his forehead gently and sadly, quietly and tenderly
he bore him to where regiment lay, there in
the darkness, and other shadowed faces dead and
white. sat him down by the wounded brothers. side
to hear him die There through the long, cold chill
hours of the night he sat by his dying brother lis
tening to his abored breathing and the night winds
as they bore him on its wings, the moans of other
wounded there, moans that ferried many spirit
over deaths dark river to the neither shore; until
the dawning of that beautiful Sabbath morning.
just the hour darkest just between the night
and the day, his breathing became quiet. William
pressed his close to his brothers heart to hear
its beating, then held his cheek close his mouth
to catch the faintest breath, but he heard not
Fa1N1 11Ofa To
him a day had dawned forever to remain unbroken
by the nights tatto naught but the earthly casket
remained, the departed soul had winged its flight
| through the golden gates with the pale messenger
who had waited so patiently so 'grimly, and so s
lently to bear him to where he could:
Never again be a sharer
In the chilly hour of the strife,
| When at the dawn the skirmish rifles,
In opening chorus rattles."
Borrowing a shovel from the Battery, the bereaved
brother dug grave the roots of large tree after
which he gathered sweet smelling aromatic, green
twigs the pine; with these he carefully lined its
sides and bottom. With aching heart he wrapped
| the body of the dear dead brother in his army
blanket, then, assisted by comrade member of the
Battery slowly and carefully, softly and mournfuy
they laid him. in his narrow bed, mo useless coffin
inclosed his breast" but loving hands covered it
with other twigs of the fragrant pine then filed the
grave with earth, while the tired army about him
slept ftfully, all unmindfu of anything but what the
day should bring forth.
have related but part of the incidents occurring
in days battle, while with times ceaseless march
came the dawnng, the lifting of the sulphur clouds
that for time hung low, and the sunrise and with
them the carol of the birds, that beautiful Sab
bath morning of Sept goth, which only too soon
to be followed by scenes of bloodshed almost too
fearful to contemplate to the right to the left,
around and around death whirled in its dance
that bloody ground, while the pale destroyer held
high carnival old Father Time with his swift dealt
sickle reapt and gathered in the ripened sheaves.